My Hands Are Yours God

My name is Tammy and I am a mother of 2 precious girls, wife to an amazing man, (and my best friend) and a woman who is so in love with her Savior. I love to write, poetry is my usual course. For the most part, there is a story behind them all. Sometimes, I just want to write.

Monday, April 19, 2010


Tonight as she sleeps in the midst of her pain. She'll think she is dreaming and call out his name. Reaching for comfort, his pillow she'll touch, missing a husband that loved her so much. She'll rub her belly as she dreams of yesterday. Wishing, hoping, will this pain fade away?
Whys and what ifs roll through her mind, searching for answers she's desperate to find.
Laying back on her pillow she quietly weeps, asking the Father for comfort she seeks.
When out of the darkness a small voice is heard. Speaking in whispers but not saying a word.
Lips on her ears and a hand to her soul, tears begin streaming that she can't control.
A visit from Heaven delivering peace. reminds her of love that no one can cease.
"He's with me, beside me, in all of My glory. You'd b able to rest if you knew the whole story. He's seen My face and the fullness of Me. He's experienced Perfect and what it's meant to be Free. I know you miss him, and can't understand. I know you are hurting and can't see my hand. Just let me comfort and write your new story. Until you can join him on My side of Glory."
Her eyes opened to morning's first light, was that a dream that got her through the night? She moves herself to the end of the bed. As flashes of heaven begin to dance in her head. She closes her eyes and feels a breath on her cheek. And a voice deep inside says "I'm the Answer you seek".

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